Chapter 2: Oliver

“You have everything?” 

“Yes, Mom, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay hon, call me if you need me.”

“Bye.”

Hi. My name’s Oliver Moore and I just moved here. It sure sucks to be the new kid, especially during your senior year when everyone knows everyone. Hopefully, I can find someone a little bit like me. I once was a popular kid, until my dad decided he hated us. That kinda screwed up my whole social life. I can restart here, I just need to find the office. That shouldn’t be that hard, right? 

I walk into the most chaotic scene I've ever witnessed. Kids on tables, messes everywhere, and no office in sight. “Damn, this’ll be harder than I thought,” I said aloud. It’s not like anyone could hear me anyway. It’s way too loud in here.

I tap some rando’s shoulder and ask for the office. I get the directions and start heading over. 

“Excuse me, Miss?”

“Yes..?”

“I need a schedule, I just transferred here.”

“Go to your first period, they’ll give you a new schedule.”

“You see, that’s the problem. I don’t have a first period. I just got here.”

“Just go to any class then. They can look it up for you.”

“I would, however, considering the fact that this is an entire high school, I won’t even find the right grade.”

“What grade are you?”

“Senior”

“Hall 5. Go straight, make a left, and the next hallway on the right should be it.”

“Thank you.”

I try to follow her directions as best I can, but I get lost anyway. Make a left? This hallway only goes right, is she stupid? 

I ask around a little bit and eventually find the right hall. They aren't labeled so I have no idea how anyone could possibly figure this out. Oh, and while I was lost, the bell rang. So I’m late on my first day. Just great. I barge into the first room I see. Room 503. The teacher looks stunned.

“Uhm, good morning sir. Sorry for interrupting.”

“Who are you? You look like no student I’ve ever seen here.”

“I’m Oliver Moore. I just transferred. The woman at the front desk told me to go to the first class I could find.”

“Well, you can go have a seat in the back next to Orion Kirk while I find your schedule.”

“Okay, thank you, Mr…”

“Anderson. Mr. Anderson.”

“Thank you, Mr. Anderson.”

I go to my seat and the guy next to me keeps his head down. I got a look at his schedule though. Now at least I know the teacher’s names. 

I finally got my schedule. 

It looks… identical to the one Orion has. This could be great, or really bad.